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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 10:43:02 GMT -8
Caoimhin Shan vs. Alkor Centaris
Light to no armour, any weapons except for ranged or ordnance, top 10 Force powers, GBA standard rules.
1 - Coruscant: Senate Rotunda
The Grand Convocation Chamber, also referred to as the Senate Rotunda, was the largest room in the Senate Building on Coruscant. It was over 100 meters tall and consisted of 1,024 pods for Senators from all over the galaxy. The entrance to the Chamber was the Atrium of the Senate, and it was ringed by the Grand Concourse. When choosing a color scheme for the walls, ancient designers chose lavender”as it was the only shade that had not been historically associated with mourning, anger, or war in the entire Galaxy.
In the center, a thirty-meter-tall podium would rise up from the Chancellor's holding office for the Senate sessions. The podium is currently fully risen.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Jul 25, 2013 16:09:08 GMT -8
The force works in mysterious ways.
A lifetime ago, on the bustling, renown and glorious planet Corellia, in a room not unlike this one- official, grandiose and lavishly designed- a defiant, bedraggled youth stood cuffed in durasteel chains with heavy blasters trained on him from any side, save for dead center in front of him. A multitude of faces- none he knew, most of them only vaguely familiar- casting hateful judgment down on him. The condemnation in that room was visible only to him, though they made their best effort toward impartiality, what he had done had driven them to demonize him beyond fair trial.
Alkor had been certain, feeling the heat raging up into an uncontrollable inferno around him, that he would die that day, in the highest court of Coronet City. Looking back at those days now, free of those literal chains, he found himself foolishly bound by another set entirely. In the heart of the Republic, playing the part of watchful eye rather than being watched by it, he snickered silently at the profound paradoz that his life had shaped itself into.
High above, the booming voices of self important lawmakers and leaders echoed into an oblivion that they would never truly appreciate. But in Alkor's mind, their feelings were a war. A war unlike any raged on the battlefield, one that could only truly be fought with words and paper, but never blood and sweat and death. No- these were men who made the decisions, but would not lift their own fingers in defense of their way of life. "When the rich wage war, its the poor who die."
But Alkor was resigned to his position, his stance as a Keeper of the Peace. Not a warrior, perhaps, and yet, more warrior than some who wore the title with pride. He was dressed far too modestly for those who kept him company- ragged black robes with a single cylinder visible at his left hip, messy brown hair and skin tarnished by wear and wounds. If he were anything but a Jedi, they likely would have refused him entry.
With a solemn nod, he dismissed himself from present company, and the small crowd surrounding him dispersed, all small talk of security measures completed, for the moment. He had a mind to take himself up on that offer for ale he'd gotten earlier, but whether or not that would happen tonight remained to be seen...
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Jul 27, 2013 14:11:24 GMT -8
Caoimhin Shan roamed the hallway outside the Senate chamber, bitter resentment rolling off him in waves. All of these people, going about their business, without a care past who voted for them, whose favour they could gain. He had just been informed that his sister had been alive all this time, in hiding, because of "predetermined events".. But that she had been killed on Yavin Station, executed by a Mandalorian named Darian Beviin. Anytime she had "died" before, he had only sensed it, never witnessed it himself. This time, though, he had seen the holovid. He knew she was gone.
And now here were a bunch of senators and politicians and lackeys, not caring that there was a proper war on, not caring that innocents were dying, and it infuriated him.
Let go of it, Cao.
Normally, he would resist the darkness. Now, though, he didn't care about his standing with the Jedi, didn't care about the consequences. His hand drifted towards his belt, where two silver hilts were attached, one hanging freely, the other one more secured, with a single tendril emanating from the hilt and wrapping around in a tight coil.
Let them feel your pain.
There was nothing he could do to stop that. Anyone with any touch of Force Sensitivity would have sensed his pain from a mile off; even if he had wanted to, Cao was physically incapable of shutting down what he emanated in the Force, except through artificial means. Even those who couldn't sense the enigmatic energy field were steering clear of the man in the dark robes. But it wasn't enough that they stayed out of his way; he wanted to punish them for what the Mandalorian nerf-herder had done.
You.
His sweeping gaze landed on one individual, a middle-aged human male holding a conversation with two Zeltron females. Obviously, he was getting his flirt on, since the two girls were giggling, and the man was radiating confidence, content in the knowledge that he had already charmed his way into their pants.
Life is cruel. You don't get to enjoy it.
Cao narrowed his eyes, tilted his head, and rapidly clenched his fist and twisted it. In mid-sentence, the man's head twisted suddenly, his neck snapping loudly and his body falling, dead before he hit the ground. The two Zeltrons stared for only a moment before their screams split the air.
Good, good...
Caoimhin Shan smiled, seeking out his next target at random as the scene erupted into chaos...
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Jul 27, 2013 17:32:56 GMT -8
The world erupted in an instant. As the crowd bled into a rampant diaspora, Alkor's eyes flickered wide, a hand flying to his temple, massaging it in attempt to assuage the pain that coupled with sensory overload. There was inhuman pain, and all around that core, an erratic series of satellites that radiated terror and hopelessness into the force. And a brutal enjoyment that permeated all of it.
Alkor had seen this before- closer to home than he thought Jedi work would ever take him. "Any other Jedi would say the force brought me here for a reason," he snorted indignantly, sweat breaking out on his brow. There was a certain degree of audacity to a man willing to come into such a secure place and rampage through it as the will of consummate darkness claimed his immortal soul, and Alkor certainly took that into consideration as he grabbed the nearest comm and tapped into the main loudspeaker system.
::Attention, everyone. I need you to remain cal-:: But it was of no use. The screams had risen too high, and the sea of emotions was too much. Alkor grit his teeth as the words failed him and the comm clattered uselessly to the floor. "Calm... down... damn you all..." Alkor staggered toward the wall now, bracing himself up against it, and his eyes rolled backward in his head. 'Go to another place, in your mind, Alkor,' he told himself, blotting out the world, recalling his training once upon a time. It had began with simple control aspected force powers, and a brazen attempt to make a psychopath into a calculating machine of death. But the course time had taken him was through mastery- the adepts of Teras Kasi, the difficult embrace of his own sins, and finally, letting go altogether.
His psyche was a wartorn battlefield, at least on the inside, and yet, he was more than just a broken man. Alkor had suffered for a lifetime longer than this paltry pain that assailed him now, had tasted suffering of a level far beyond physical- of spiritual brokenness, of emotional devastation, of every ounce of purpose being robbed from him. His breathing would steady slowly as his wall erected itself- the emotions would never go away, the swarm of sharks would never truly give him peace, but in the darkness, Alkor had found something no Sith would ever truly know.
Clarity.
Seeking out the source of the violent outburst was simple- the fault lines in the force, the telltale enigma waiting somewhere out there, jeering at his mind with it's myopic view of reciprocity- all of it sang for him a single target, even as his body shivered from the amount of mental stress he was under, from the weight of the entire world on his shoulders.
In his mind, Alkor drew in all of that pain, and focused on the center of it- using the channel he was attempting to open- Alkor poured all of that suffering, all of the terror, all of his pain- into a single surge, and he sent it toward the madman with sheer force of will. If there was any chance at saving these lives, at taking the assailant's attention off of the crowd, this would have to be it.
All or nothing...
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Jul 27, 2013 22:43:49 GMT -8
Another poor sod, a Rodian male this time, had been held in midair, gasping and clutching at his throat, making repeated, breathless oomph sounds as Cao threw him against the wall again and again. It reminded him of his first touch of darkness, thirteen years ago, at the site of his parents' death. The Rodian sniper that had claimed his mother's life, that he had believed to have claimed his sister's as well.. He had never been fond of Rodians after that. Perhaps that had filtered into some of his previous activities, but he didn't take the time to analyze it past the current situation: a hatred for all who would escape his wrath unscathed.
That was when the telepathic attack hit him, taking him by surprise. A drill of suffering, terror, and pain, aimed right at his mind. He hadn't expected to encounter anyone qualified to battle him.. Worthy enough to step up to the challenge of a fallen Jedi Knight and a Sith Lord occupying the same body. He fell -- as did the Rodian, who knelt on the floor on his hands and knees, catching his breath -- onto his knees, his form crumpling, holding his head in his hands at the onslaught before falling further forward, breaking the fall with his hands so his position mirrored that of his would-be victim. The only reason it worked so spectacularly was because he hadn't been expecting it from an outside source.
Cao heard scuffling and wheezing: the Rodian, clambering to his feet and starting to run away. The fallen Jedi's head snapped up, a sudden purpose in his clouded eyes, and his right hand came up, arcs of lightning firing from his fingers and striking the Rodian in his back, sending him reeling and writhing onto the floor once more.
<< Is that the best you can do, jetii? >>
It had hurt, oh yes, it had hurt, but he had withstood far greater in the past. He had faced down Vilus countless times, as Vilus had faced him down, and Cao had also faced down Darth Caedus on Haruun Kal. He was tempered against such an assault, once he knew what to expect.
He stepped forward towards the Rodian, then planted one booted foot on the back of the alien's neck.
<< Listen as he dies. >>
He reached into the Rodian's mind, prompting the green-skinned being to wake up, allowing him another moment of fear and horror, before pressing down, enhancing the motion tenfold with the Force. The Rodian's neck snapped, his spinal cord severed, and he knew an instant of pure terror before succumbing to lifelessness.
Cao looked up, looking around the almost-empty hallway, and reached out and grabbed one of the fleeing figures, a Lethan Twi'lek female, in the Force. He smiled as she stopped in her tracks, flailing helplessly, attempting in vain to struggle against the invisible chains binding her. He had a foe in this building, and what better way to draw him out than by preying on the innocent...
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Jul 28, 2013 8:35:49 GMT -8
Oh, yes, Alkor listened. The disgruntled madman made himself a conduit through which Alkor's mind ran like water through a filter, opening the gateway for pain to flood back through the link, and Alkor's eye twitched as the muscles in his face spasmed. That much was a great deal to handle, even for an experienced telepath. Luckily, he and his newfound "friend" were not fighting face to face, or he would never have attained the amount of control possible to rebound that pain and exacerbate the amount of raw emotion fueling his frenzied mental assault.
This sort of thing was madness. The man was fighting his will back while trying to force him to witness slaughter helplessly. But for Alkor's disillusionment about war and his intimate experience bathing in blood, this might have proved too much. But the other man was using his mind for several things at once- that meant his surface thoughts would very likely go unguarded, at the moment.
Whatever it was that had pushed him to this breakdown, it would be there, a gaping wound, bleeding across the fields of his mind, just waiting to seep in and cripple him. Alkor needed only find it and pull the blanket over the cadaver. Mind racing impossibly fast, Alkor attempted to seize at that painful memory, the most horrifying thing the man could have known, and he sought to breathe life into it once more. <<If I'm to listen, then you pay attention to -me-.>>
He was on his knees now, a hand on his temple in supreme concentration as he drove the force toward the memory, attempting to make it real, to take Caoimihn out of this place and put him back, back in that moment of anguish and helplessness, back into the unraveling state of insanity that would buy the others time to escape. His free hand rested over his lightsaber- if he could make the other man stop this back and forth, well, maybe he could fight him down.
Blood was drooling from his left eye like a long tear, and his nose was following suit. With a grunt of effort, Alkor heightened his mental state to rise above the pain, and he continued to shield himself from all the world outside him and this dark creature- for the time being.
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Jul 31, 2013 21:55:48 GMT -8
His surface thoughts were indeed unguarded; in truth, all of his thoughts were. The distinct feel of two separate personalities pulsated through the link that had been forged between the mental combatants: one of pure rage and darkness and filled with victory, the other one full of pain and sorrow and the need for senseless violence. But the latter had an air of helplessness to it, as well, like it couldn't control its fate, only go with what the universe had thrown at it..
Alkor's attempt to make him relive the memory that had driven him to this senseless violence was a success...
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Cao had just walked into the Strategy Centre in the Praxeum when the live holofeed came in from Yavin Station. He expected it to be a typical intimidation tactic: show a group of gathered innocents, spew out some harsh words in Mando'a, then execute them in front of the Jedi. He sighed; he was no stranger to this aspect of war. After a roll of his eyes, he focused on what was happening: after all, just because he was no stranger to this, didn't mean that he wouldn't show the soon-to-be victims the respect they deserved. And that moment when he focused on the holofeed was the moment his eyebrow shot up, his mouth pulling upwards on one side of his face. There was only one victim, and the Mandalorians had selected the most eccentric, mismatched girl Cao had ever seen. The girl looked to be in her early to mid-20s, with a pink top under a white jacket, and black leather pants stretching down to white boots. That was odd already, but what was really mismatched about her was her hair: red on her left side, while the right was a series of alternating blue and green stripes. Across her eyes there stretched an orange visor; Cao couldn't see her eyes, though, because she was on her hands and knees -- with her head down -- before the Mandalorian, who was babbling on about how she was a jetii, a traitor to the Mandalorians, blah blah blah.
The Mandalorian -- who had identified himself as Darian Beviin -- reached down and yanked the girl back into a kneeling position. "Rejorhaa'i val gar'gai."
"My name is Alena Karso of Na-.."
Darian struck her then, on the back of her head, sending her pitching forward again before he once more dragged her back up to kneeling. "Gar veman gai," he snarled.
"...Eliana Shan."
The world froze at that instant, then dropped out from under his feet. He had to have misheard, even though he noticed a few pairs of knowing eyes turning towards him. Then, she finally looked up, and he saw her eyes. As if to make the moment even more poignant, she reached up towards her visor -- Darian seemed to be allowing this -- and removed the device. And that was when Cao felt his connection with his long-dead sister come flooding back, that familiar presence that he hadn't felt in seven years, hadn't ever thought he'd feel again..
"Make your peace with this life."
She looked around -- Cao didn't know if she could see what was going on in the War Room or not, nor did he have the time to focus on that -- and spoke, softly but firmly.. and the words cut straight through to heart. "Cao.. I'm sorry I had to deceive you. And I'm sorry I never got to see you again. I love you, Cao.. Goodbye." She paused, then closed her eyes and lowered her head, then nodded.
Darian nodded as well, then reached down to his belt and pulled a tomahawk off of its clip. He gripped it with both hands and brought it up over his head. "Now go to the next." At that, he brought the tomahawk plummetting downward...
And Elly moved. Her right hand came up, her whole body turning clockwise as she pulled closer to Darian, her right arm parrying his blow and her left hand shooting forward toward the Mandalorian's bare chest. As soon as it made contact, sparks shot out from around her palm: clearly, she was electrocuting the man through some unknown means. It wasn't as effective as she must have hoped, though, because after a momentary eye-widening and a snarl of pain, his leg came up, knee catching her in the jaw, and his right elbow came around, catching her in the temple. She fell backwards, and he swung again, the tomahawk slicing across her throat, blood spurting out from the wound. Cao didn't even realize he had taken a step towards the gruesome sight.. and then Darian stepped forward, brought his leg up again, and brought his foot crashing down onto her face, a sickening crack as her skull split, and Cao felt her go and then the whole world followed, as he fell into darkness...
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The memory came flooding back, and he fell forward onto his hands and knees, screaming, screaming in the anguish and the pain, all of it reverberating through the Force until everything else fell away, and nothing else mattered... This man had reached into his soul and tortured him, tortured him as surely as Darian had, made him hurt..
<< GET OUT OF MY HEAD!! >>
The scream ripped through the Force, and carried it with it the tears that were streaming down the fallen Jedi's face, the emptiness in his heart, the pure abject hatred for anyone or anything daring to feel happiness while his whole world had been torn asunder. Cao was fueled by the darkness inside of his mind, yes, but Vilus was not playing an active role. The pain was genuine, and Alkor had brought it all back..
<< GET OUT!!! >>
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 3, 2013 19:12:53 GMT -8
That had done it. As the scene replayed in the man's head, Alkor slowly, surgically withdrew his influence, reeling his consciousness back in, weaving a protective web around his thoughts, his psyche. Wounded as it was now, force use would be far more straining- but at his best guess, his opponent would be just as bad off. Hopefully, at least.
His eyes jumbled about as his mind raced to right itself, his breath ragged as he took a firm grip of his saber, ripping it into his left hand, and the pale blue blade thrummed to life as he strode out into the hallway proper and looked for the crazed lunatic. The screams permeated the force, rocking Alkor's equilibrium as the struck him suddenly, and in silence, he thanked the gods that he had pulled out when he did. Those screams could have caused severe, lasting mental damage.
As his vision came back around, he made out the figure of man in the distance, a sea of confusion and panic swimming around him on all sides. Purpose in his gait, Alkor moved forward, tip of the blade searing into the carpeted floor, his left eye twitching as the baser bloodlust threatened to take over. He held it back with a thread of willpower, but the lure of his anger was great. He had drank in the darkness, seeping himself in the other man's mind.
And now, all around him, the world echoed with insanity. Screams, disjointed and real, the death throes of society- no. Not now. Not yet. "By the authority given me by the Watch-" Alkor spoke as evenly as he could manage, his entire body quivering with anticipation. There was a feral aura about him, like a lion ready to pounce on a gazelle. "On the authority of the Jedi Council. You are coming with me, now."
The words echoed all around him, but even Alkor was deaf to them now. Sparks flickered off his saber in droves as he spun it upward into a mid-guard, diagonally in front of his chest. His eyes were cloudy now, not a brilliant sea blue, as though someone had dropped a toxin into them. Violet swam outward, and his lips were set in a thin line.
The Demon stood upon the precipice...
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Aug 8, 2013 20:32:42 GMT -8
It was an arduous process, catching his breath after that mental attack. He heard the words that the other man was speaking, now, but they rang hollow in his ears. Slowly, he stood, knowing that the man would not act until a response had been given, just on the basis that he had cited authority. He was attempting an arrest like a good and proper Jedi, and would not move until he had been denied.
Which was precisely what was going to happen.
"You.." he reached down and unclipped his lightsaber from his belt, "..have no authority here."
His blade came to life, a verdant shaft extending from the hilt, downwards and to his right. He refrained from bringing the weapon into a two-handed grip: he had no idea what this man was capable of, and if he was too fast then Cao might be forced to use the spring-loaded shoto hidden up his left sleeve early in the game. He never went anywhere without the hidden weapon, almost taking it for granted; and occasionally, in the midst of a casual, murderous stroll, he had been known to forget that it was even there.
"Not here. Not over me."
He finally looked up, his heterochromatic eyes muddled with slight yellow, locking eyes with his opponent's violet-blue gaze, defiance and anger radiating off him in waves..
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 8, 2013 20:54:39 GMT -8
He had been given his chance, this defiant fellow. It could have ended at that, in a short lived act of humility. Alkor knew, from a million wars before, and in a million more to come, there was only one easy method, and it did not involve negotiations. The breath of darkness had slivered down his throat and drowned his lungs with miasma, and cold breath escaped in steam where there should not reasonably have been any. His eyes were fading fast, losing their light as his mind reeled backward. No authority? No authority!?
This child in the ways of suffering, fledgling in the understanding of true loss dared to speak to him as some kind of equal? This would not pass. Not this day, or any day to come. Alkor's cup had been sealed for too long, and with the heat welling upward beneath the surface, the cork had finally popped. His rage, his hatred, all of the things he had come to control finally found their way back to the surface.
And his eyes burned a dark shade of purple now as the sinister cold crept across Alkor's flesh. "You know nothing," Alkor murmured, his voice ragged, as if some unholy power had gripped him, and now forced the words from him as he struggled within himself. His eyes flickered, locking on Caoimhin as the man closed with him. "Of power."
With that word, before the sound left his tongue completely, Alkor exploded forward. Like a blur of black and blue, his body and weapon moved in fluid time, creating a current of light in the wake of his saber- not impossible speed, just the sort that marked a man with training in lightsaber combat, especially one with honed reflexes and acute senses.
The blade cut straight across, in a horizontal line that made for Cao's chest. Simple. Quick. Brutal.
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Aug 15, 2013 18:55:31 GMT -8
Cao didn't even have the time to formulate the thought "Damn, he's quick." It was a fight of instinct now, with no time to speak, no time to think, no time to do anything but act. He brought his right arm up without reorienting his wrist, still holding the saber pointing downward. His hand was above his head in an instant, the green blade catching his opponent's pale blue to parry it in an arc over his head, aiming to keep the blade away from him, all the way to his left side. At the same time, he shot his left hand forward, flicking his wrist and sending the shoto down the length of his sleeve.
If all went as planned, within the same moment that his opponent's attack was parried to a spot directly above his head, the shoto would be firmly in his grasp, its emitter end pointing directly towards the other man's chest, if not directly touching it.
Cao didn't even take the time to smile as his thumb depressed the activation stud. In a matter of moments, unless this man had really smooth moves, it would all be over.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 15, 2013 19:26:41 GMT -8
How satisfying it is when the prey takes the bait.
The block, at least, was part of the initial plan. Alkor's strike baited it; so simple, and yet, it beckoned answer. As blue met green and sparks flared, Alkor's body rocked with the momentum into a tight turn, moving him along the outside of the lock. This motion carried him past as another snap and hiss came- Alkor's lips split into a sinister smile.
So, this broken man wanted to play a game of tricks. Alkor's right arm whipped around as his body completed it's turn, and his own secondary lightsaber rocketed from it's hiding place and into his hand. How could he possibly feel bad? The man had tried the same trick on him, after all. The viridian blade erupted outward in an arc toward what would be Cao's back, lest he turn to face Alkor.
Alkor's eyes gleamed with intensity and malice as they fought. This was becoming beautiful.
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Sept 3, 2013 17:25:56 GMT -8
The Jedi's maneuver was unexpected; by that same token, Cao should have expected that it wouldn't be that easy. His silver blade ignited towards nothingness, and now his hands were full as his violet-eyed opponent whirled around, the snap-hiss of another blade's activation signaling imminent danger.
Cao allowed his push upward on his opponent's blue blade to weaken slightly, his foe's strength pushing it down an inch before Cao renewed his efforts, using the now-closer point of contact as an anchor to pivot clockwise. In this moment, his opponent's back was to him, the man attempting to whip his right arm around for a devastating counterattack. Caoimhin had an instant to smile; he himself had tried this same maneuver against Adi, and had learned from his mistake.
Before the man could complete his turn, Cao had lifted two fingers off the hilt in his right hand, flicking them towards his opponent's, launching a Force Push at the small of the man's back. At the same time, he brought his left hand around, bringing it in so that he wouldn't have the shoto off to the side, where it was doing no good.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Sept 3, 2013 19:35:27 GMT -8
Their twisting turns ended abruptly at almost the same time; Alkor's blade came close, but was rebuffed by a sudden wall of unseen force. Ripping his blue blade through, Alkor brought it hastily down, slamming violently into the green blade that had begun to bite back at him. Sparks spat and flared in front of him as his feet dug in, grinding against the floor despite the weak nature of the push- though it had been meant for his body, the momentum of his turn had taken it to a much different target, and thus, Alkor answered that danger with quickness.
So, now they were face to face again, Alkor's blades crossed in front of him, an unseen barrier erected just behind his sabers dissolving as the kinetic energy crashed against it and scattered to the wind. He let out a grunt from the effort, sweat beaded on his brow, but he did not relent. The other man had been clever, trying to create distance; but Alkor gave no ground.
The blade in his left hand stabbed out in the instant where the energies dispersed, toward the other man's now exposed torso. It was more to draw out the defense than to actually hit its mark, but Alkor would have no complaints if it turned out lethal. As the stab came, the lower blade hovered over Alkor's lower torso, humming ominously...
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Sept 26, 2013 11:03:22 GMT -8
The stab came at his right side, and Cao dropped his right-hand blade towards the incoming attack, parrying it downward and to his right, holding it there and waiting for the mystery Jedi to make his next move. It was lucky that he had brought his left arm around, though, because his maneuver would have left his center wide open otherwise. As it was, though, the silver shoto was now held across the front of his body in case his opponent wanted to try anything else with his second blade. The shoto's shortened length meant that he couldn't stab out in kind, but it did lend itself better to a stronger defense, more maneuverable in close quarters.
Two fingers of his left hand came off the hilt, mirroring the move he had just used, launching another Force Push at the man's torso. It would be easier to counter, now that they were facing each other, but Cao had found that keeping up a constant, steady stream of Force Pushes could prove to be quite the irritant, and it allowed him to get the time and space necessary to keep launching new attacks. He would have tried for Force Lightning -- which would have been easier to block, but would have required more focus to do so -- but his left hand was artificial and could not carry the currents necessary to fire the dark-side attack..
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Oct 26, 2013 19:20:03 GMT -8
As the man's blade parried away the stabbing blow and Alkor's blade was whisked aside, the Corellian Exile brought his right blade forward beneath their engaged weapons and at the Force Adept's gut. His eyes, of course, remained steady on the man ahead of him, giving nothing away of his sinister intention. His left arm pulled backward, offering resistance and then, sliding down in front of Alkor to return to guard.
Alkor's eyes narrowed as the blow came at him, grunting as the annoying burst of telekinetic force hammered into him, his right foot stepping back and digging in, his entire being sliding backward and away from the man. It was possible that the blow would have been rendered ineffective by his being forced backward, but the tip of the blade, at least, would still be slicing toward Cao's gut, whether or not it struck would be determined by the man's defences.
The Demon snarled, deprived of his brutality, and his lightsaberlightsaber rested in front of him, crossed into a thin x shape. His gaze darkened and set on the errant man, his mind seeking out some way of putting an end to this. Alkor's reddened eyes moved one way and the other, searching...
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Apr 18, 2014 12:25:35 GMT -8
An excellent duel, you had me on the edge of my seat. That was some brilliant swordsmanship from both of you and had the original force push worked another excellent move.
One thing in particular stood out to me which has swayed this duel into the winners side. The ability to go into ones mind and bring out their deepest fear. Their worst memory. All of it. Not exactly a Jedi thing to do. You opt for the neutral path which doesn't exclude you from it's use but should make it harder for you to do.
You took the loss as it was, bleeding and loss of force conectivity for at least this portion of the duel. As such I give this duel to Alkor!
Good job both of you, some of the best writing I've read from either of you here in the GBA.
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